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Not that it was an actual nuke in the first place.

Obviously for so many reasons. You couldn't have created such an OP trap in such a little time, you didn't even bother explaining, and if it was true, the Tavern would have been destroyed, something you wouldn't like given that all your drinks and stuff are here and that you are responsible for maintining the auto-repair enchantment It is the reason I didn't try to defuse it in the first place XD

And I'm totally not making this up as I go along.

Sure, not at all. Everyone believes you don't worry. *pats friendly on the back*

*Tyme comes out of Nowhere*

Hey, Tyme. did you deal with that apocolyptic nuke i told you about?
"yeah, all i did was take out the explosive. wait, is that it?"
yeah...
"..."
*Tyme takes the nuke and time warps to his own Place Without Time.*

You appear to have missed the memo. There was no apocalyptic nuke to disable. Anyway, I'm going to- *trips over dangling extension cords*

*the unplugged prop emits a warning siren; red lights flash, the raptors hide under a table*

. . . What the hell were these doing right in the middle of the walkway?

Oh great. I do hope you haven't set off the countdown for an actual nuke.

*middle of tavern slowly opens up to reveal a missile*

Okay, who the hell installed a missile silo in the tavern? Because it sure as hell isn't me.

Okay, who the hell installed a missile silo in the tavern? Because it sure as hell isn't me.

Is this the place I come to get a strong one to drown away the anger for repeatedly not achieving that Insane difficulty Quest?

Sure! Chryosten usually brews our drinks, I'm certain he'll have something for you. Just mind the missile silo opening on the floor; wouldn't want you to fall down ^^ Now what was I doing? Right...

*runs off, comes back with an old rusty fridge-sized machine*

I knew I had a planetary defense system stored somewhere. Now to get it to work! *pulls a cord several times; the machine stirs but doesn't start*

Work, you heap of rust, work! *gives a good kick at the machine, the engine begins to work in an awful noise* Aha!

*shield forms in the mesosphere*
That should shield us from the orbital bombardment...

but what if the bombardment is from the inside.... wait what am i saying? i might be getting a headache thanks to this awful machine! *kicks machine and it stops creating the shield* opps... ermm don't mind me im just here...umm drinking something and the machine suddenly went off! oh i got a call from my friend... gotta go ! *runs while he tries to avoid the people chasing him* YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!

*earth begins shaking due to the orbital bombardment*

Welcome to the Tavern! What drink would you like to have? Our current special ****tail is 'Bloons on the Rock': made with gin, helium and chewable rubber. It'll be guaranteed to lift your spirits high only for it be dashed on the rocks afterwards!

I think I'll just have a safe and normal cold one instead.

Or maybe half a dozen, seeing that the world is about to end. Wouldn't hurt I suppose.

*gives nicho half a dozen beer*

Here's your order. Hope you enjoy your drink as the world as we know it end. Now excuse me whilst I prepare the dimension warp gate.

*summons out a console and starts typing commands on it*

I'll just sit right here at the edge of the silo opening. All the better to see the pretty fireworks.

Hey! that's my drink! *pushes nicho into a hole created by an explosion*

*swaps the position of nicho and mincraftsniper*

Idiots who attempt to disturb the peace will be dealt with. Swiftly.

*continues typing as the orbital bombardment continues around us*

Drink! More drink!

Does anyone watch Father Ted?